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"Can't you hide it?"

Looking at the two figures walking slowly on the stone path, a mocking smile appeared under the gloomy eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Finally he was waiting for it.

As long as the vitality of these two people who had been refined by Shenhua could be sucked away, the casual cultivators who escaped were not considered a loss at all.

"Run, why don't you run?" Seeing the two people arriving, the aggrieved middle-aged scholar couldn't help but laugh.

The expected scene of Jiang Chuan threatening him as a disciple of Yunshui Sect did not happen.

The two people had serious expressions and their eyes were extremely serious, which made the middle-aged Confucian scholar think of himself for a moment.

In the past, when he encountered enemies of life and death, he relied on his seriousness and caution to avoid danger and escape.

"Do you regard me as your opponent?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar was startled, then sneered.

Previously, because he was unable to distract himself, he was harmed by a group of Qi-cultivators who did not follow martial ethics.

But now there are only two Qi-cultivators, how can they escape from his hands.

Jiang Chuan and the others crossed the Qi Purification Monument and came to the opposite side of the Confucian scholar.

There was only a light-transmitting residual formation between the two sides.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was not in a hurry.

He wanted to know if these two people really had the means to avoid the power of the remaining formation.

"Miss Jiang, do you really want to take action?" Although he agreed to the other party, when the critical moment came, Jiang Chuan couldn't help but ask again.

It's not that he doesn't have the heart to fight with others. It's just that this is the first time he encounters such a tough situation, and he will inevitably have the worry of "death before he sets off."

If you haven't done it before, wouldn't it be a shame for those who travel through time?

"If you're scared, just stay alone."

Jiang Li glanced sideways at him. Because of his taller stature, Jiang Chuan felt uncomfortable as he was being looked down upon when he spoke.

Jiang Chuan thought carefully and asked again:

"Then may I ask Miss Jiang, are you beautiful?"

Jiang Li's expression froze, and his gaze towards Jiang Chuan seemed to have sparks igniting.

Have you ever asked a question like this?

"Forget it, I won't ask anymore." Jiang Chuan asked for trouble.

In fact, what he was thinking was, if the two of them died here, and the story spread, and through the mouths of the meddlers, a poignant love story between a handsome man and a beautiful woman would emerge.

Tsk tsk.

The two of them were going back and forth, especially Jiang Li, who had the face of a young man, which made the middle-aged scholar think wildly.

This junior from the Yunshui Sect shouldn't have any special hobbies.

"It's so helpless!"

Jiang Chuan sighed and looked at the Confucian scholar, making the latter feel a chill behind him.

The foundation-building monk's net worth should be very rich.

Thinking in his mind, he jumped up like a wild goose flying through the sky, passing through the shroud of the remaining formation, and stabbing the middle-aged Confucian scholar like an arrow from a string.

kill.

Amid the cold shouts, Jiang Chuan's eyebrows were raised, and his handsome face was filled with murderous intent.

"I don't know whether to live or die." The Confucian scholar shook his head and smiled, waving one arm, and a black energy like a snake and python hit the river in mid-air.

And just as he waved his sleeves, Jiang Li clasped his hands together and poured his true energy into the talisman between his palms.

Jiang Chuan would not be arrogant enough to think that he could compete with a foundation-building monk to test the strength of his true energy.

So when the black energy hit him, his body became light and fell to the ground like a leaf. Then it turned into a line of smoke and shot out against the ground, approaching the Confucian scholar.

The sharp spikes of the water-dividing thorns are flowing with a cold light, pointing directly at the opponent's lower three paths.

"Junior, you..."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar felt a sudden chill under his body. He was shocked and angry, and a sinister bone spear flew out from behind him.

If Jiang Chuan dares to come close, he will definitely be pierced by a bone spear.

"go."

The cloud-locking ring on his wrist broke through the air and greeted him.

Although the masters of the two high-grade spiritual weapons have different abilities, they are of the same quality and can hold back the bone spear for a few seconds.

The moment the cloud-locking ring was pierced by the bone spear, a black light emitted. The advancing bone spear paused and was immediately locked by the spiritual weapon.

Jiangchuan has reached the Confucian scholar not far away.

Before the water-dividing thorn could be stabbed out, a cloud-white long silk suddenly flew out from the remaining formation, wrapped around Jiangchuan's waist, and pushed him away by a few minutes with gentle force.

A black light that was invisible to the naked eye pierced through Jiangchuan's original location.

"Be careful, his flying needles contain sinister energy, so be sure not to get stabbed."

Bai Ling put it away, and Jiang Li's voice came from behind.

Once Yin evil enters the body, it will dissolve in the true Qi and circulate with the Qi, causing damage to the tendons and meridians, making it extremely difficult to remove.

Jiang Chuan was alert and stepped back, returning to the formation together with Jiang Li, who had just stepped out of the remaining formation to rescue.

At this time, the talisman in Jiang Li's hand had disappeared, leaving only a dazzling purple light. She looked at Jiang Chuan and said solemnly:

"You have to keep holding him back so he can't be distracted."

Jiang Chuan gave the answer with practical actions.

Seeing the two men passing through the remnant formation without any hindrance, the Confucian scholar felt angry.

Almost forgot.

He was stuck here, and the two of them couldn't leave.

But the two men were hiding among them, and he couldn't kill them for a while.

hateful.

Thinking of using the Yin Spirit Water on these people, the Confucian scholar's expression became even more ugly.

The only option is to resort to thunderous means.

Seeing Jiang Chuan walking out of the remnant formation, the Confucian scholar made a secret with one hand, and black mist kept pouring out from behind him, gathering into a black python that was more than ten feet tall, looking up to the sky, hissing, and biting at him.

Magical transformation is the ability of a foundation-building monk, and is far beyond what Jiangchuan's Magic Water Art can do.

The big black mouth opened, and a coldness hit him, and bursts of tearing force came out, trying to suck Jiangchuan in.

With a flick of his sleeves, dozens of rays of light flew out and were pulled into the black python's mouth. Before the Confucian scholar could see clearly what they were, there was an explosion, thunder rumbled, and fire filled the air.

The wounded black python could not maintain its shape and turned into black mist and dispersed.

"Spirit talisman?" The Confucian scholar recognized Jiang Chuan's method.

This junior's status in Yunshui Sect is not low, so it is reasonable to have a spiritual talisman to protect him.

However, using more than a dozen middle-grade spiritual talismans of the thunder and fire attribute at one time still made the Confucian scholars secretly scold these sect disciples for being incompetent and only relying on the gifts given by the master to show off their power.

The magic formula was finalized, and the black python condensed again.

But before it could take shape, Jiang Chuan used his light body technique and moved to the left. In order to avoid the frontal confrontation, he went around to the flank or rear to attack and kill.

However, as soon as he took the step, he quickly pulled back.

At some point, the gloomy bone spear stopped there, its sharp edge pointed at him.

The spiritual weapons of monks in the foundation-building stage are indeed difficult to get close to.

Without looking at the right side that the other party deliberately let go of, he shouted lowly. Water vapor surged around him, and layers of water flow stairs slowly formed, passing over the back of the black python and leading straight to the front of the Confucian scholar.

"The Treasure Scroll of Fish and Dragon", tips for climbing high.

He jumped up and stepped onto the water steps. Just after taking a few steps, the drooping black python raised its head and turned over like an earth dragon. In an instant, its body swirled and bit towards the river above.

Jiangchuan's expression remained unchanged and he continued to move forward, with dozens of auras of light falling from his floating cuffs again.

This time there were not only middle-grade spiritual talismans, but also several high-grade thunder and fire spiritual talismans.

How could the mere magic being formed resist these attacks that were not inferior to it? It dispersed into mist again amidst the sound of explosions.

Unknowingly, Jiang Chuan came to Confucian scholar again, only three feet away.

The only bone spears and black needle spiritual weapons, urged by his spiritual consciousness, rushed back quickly and pierced Jiangchuan's back.

Water appeared on Jiangchuan's body, and a thick wall of water appeared in front and behind, making it difficult for the two spiritual weapons to pierce him.

Top level defensive talisman?

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's expression changed drastically.

At this moment, a long-forgotten black ring-shaped spiritual weapon was activated by divine consciousness and suddenly jumped up from behind. Under his unbelievable gaze, it gradually enlarged and trapped him in it.

The dark brilliance filled the air, making the middle-aged Confucian scholar feel drowsy.

not good.

Holding back his tiredness, he continued to perform the technique, and lightning and thunder continued to sound in the sky.

A dark cloud appeared above his head at some unknown time, thundering, arcing, and frightening.

Without Jiang Chuan's urging, the cloud light formed by the two top-level spiritual talismans, the Cloud Thunder Talisman and the Electric Light Talisman, followed the Yin Qi on the Confucian scholar's body and continued to crash down with the roaring sound, drowning him like a tide.

Jiang Chuan didn't even look at the fate of the Confucian scholar. He jumped to the side to avoid it, took out the Fierce Sun Talisman in his hand, and continued to activate the Cloud Locking Ring with his weak spiritual consciousness, hoping to trap him for a longer time.

How could Jiang Li, who had been preparing for so long, let go of the opportunity that Jiang Chuan had worked so hard to create.

Stepping out of the formation, a dazzling purple light was released from the palm of his hand.

Bah.

A real thunder pierced the sky, and amid the thunder and lightning, a shrill scream came from the ground covered by dark clouds.

At the same time, Jiang Chuan also raised his head and howled.

"Are you injured?" Jiang Li, who was like the wind, came to Jiang Chuan and quickly supported him, asking with concern.

Immediately afterwards, she heard Jiang Chuan's faint whisper.

"My top-grade spiritual weapon, my Cloud Locking Ring, my three thousand spiritual stones..."

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